S on the brain

Circling and circling

An endless loop



An endless constant



He consumes my thought

I consume his body

I take him

He makes me

Feel I am the only

The one


He leaves me


I cannot describe

What he does for me

What he does to me

He does not know

And he may never


For this lust

I carry

Is all my own


For me to bear

For me to wear

For me to struggle


To frustrate my warm

Softness and flesh


My patience

My soul

My lips

My hips


Between them he lives

And he knows none of it


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